Seriously, some people have all the nerve and none of the sense.

I'm not going to let that take down my Friday, though. Fridays only come once a week. And I've had to slog my way through TWO tests for this one. And the results'll probably blast my sorry arse out of the window when we get our papers back next week.

So NOTHING is going to stop me from enjoying today.
Nothing. You hear me?

Weekend killer for the day, people.
Read your old blogs.
I've been randomly scrolling through mine. Oh, the mortification.
To save myself from being humiliated to the next time they send a shuttle to Mars...I am fully not gonna give out the URL. So there.

But whatever. It's fun, y'know. To see how much you've developed. Like, I see how I progressed from being some total-fantasy-fanatic-emo-kid to...well. A not-so-fanatical-fantasy-somewhat-not-so-emo-kid.

Also. I can't believe how I used to type! Exclamationmarkexclamationmark! I used to type in...get this. ALL SMALL LETTERS. ARRGHHH. Also, I fully overused the word "lol".
I USED ALL SMALL LETTTTTERRRSSSS. *spasms and dies*

...I'm half-tempted to post this INCREDIBLY, EMBARRASSINGLY emo poem I just found on my old blog. *eyesore* 0__0 My gosh. I do NOT believe I actually wrote in that genre.
Whoo.
Furreh-kayy.
[Also. It's terribly embarrassing how many times the name "Griffin" pops up in my blogposts. *mellow* ]

Example of somewhat-emoish blogpost in old blog:

"Life gets so complicated sometimes. I mean, really. It seems like everybody's working their necks off, trying to be the best, trying to get good grades. Sure it feels good to get good grades. I can't deny that. But inevitably--what is the purpose for this? In the end, all this will just fade away. And whatever good grades or great jobs or all the cold hard cash in the world won't make a difference.
Sometimes I feel like life's just a void--empty. Dark. Unfeeling. And sometimes I feel that it's no point struggling; that I should just let myself get sucked down. It's not as if anyone can hear my silent screams, anyway. I believe in standing up for what you believe in. Even if it means standing alone. And those choices can be pretty darn painful sometimes. You can lose friends over them--or your popularity ratings might go down, or you might be treated as an outcast, literally.

Let me ask a question. Do you think it hurts to die?Cos sometimes it hurts a whole lot more trying to stay alive."

...Right, so maybe I've always been somewhat pessimistic. Whatever.
But I've become more optimistic! *glee* MOREOVER. I have learnt the importance of GETTING HYPERRRRR.
And I have become a nicer person. Even though I was nice all along.
[Agree or die.]

But I actually have [relatively] nice posts in my old blog too! [I know you're surprised.] Like this one:

"life may hurt but that's only normal
I'm gonna wave the flag up high
I won't give in this easily
I'm gonna be a WARRIOR FOR CHRIST!"

...Yayyy. [*cue thunderous, thunderous applause*] But really- I have God, my family, and my friends to thank for bringing me to where I am now. Although most of you may not believe it...[*coughs emphatically*] I'm actually NOT Goth. No, I'm not punk; not grunge; NOT emo. [Hello?! Can't a person have a floppy fringe and wear army Vans if she wants to? *frown*]
I'm just...well. Me.

Which is probably one of the weirdest stereotypes ever- but I happen to LIKE being me.
Even if my life does suck sometimes.

And oh. I'm sorry for boring you [but really- by coming to my blog- you were just asking for it], but look! I came up with a Middle Earth timetable back then. *hobbity grin* I wish, I wish, I wishhh.

"New and Improved Time Table:
1. Bio-- study of elvish and hobbit anatomies. Photosynthesis and Respiration of Ents. Classification of Elves, Men, Hobbits and Dwarves. LOL! Who's up to dissect a hobbit?
2. History-- as aforementioned. the history of Middle Earth. Eowyn=the NEW Wu Zetian.
3. Maths-- They didn't do maths in Middle Earth!!
4. Chinese-- Sindarin. Lao Shi...speaking Sindarin? Lao Shi...with pointy ears...? *gulps* Whoa. A little stretching of imagination needed there.
5. English-- Westron. [The common English tongue] Oh cool...Miss Tan teaching us Westron! No more Christopher Boone.
6. Chem-- Uh. Chanting of spells and making water drown out Ringwraiths? Fine by me. O.o...imagine Mrs. Lim MM teaching us how to chant spells in elvish. ROFL!!
7. Philo-- discussion of issues brough up in elven philosophy. Like what? Ask Elrond. Or, if he's busy, ask Ms Chau.
8. P.E-- archery and horse riding!!! oh and did i mention sword fighting? I can imagine Mr Vincent Ong shooting an arrow. After all, his elvish name is Thranduil--the father of the [cute but oh-so-cliched] Legolas Greenleaf. "

...Only now we have Mrs. Chan as our PE teacher. And, um. I can't *quite* imagine her being an elven archer with pointy ears.
Oh, please, no. I have zees strange mental image coming on.
Ahhhh.

....Annnyway.
I'm hungry. Hopefully dinner's ready- then I can get my fix of Drake Bell on Nickelodeon, huzzah. [He's not cute- but heck, that show rocks much. (:] Oh, and. My sister's class got FAIRIES as their dress-up theme for Teachers' Day.

Big fat smirk.